Fickle is a hollow heart

My sweet breath    
catches the hell    
that forms itself    
on the tip of your tongue    
   
Quick, pounds the blood   
in life giving metamorphosis    
as quicker wits brandish hard    
splaying open  
all the mystifying revelations    
a night's essence offers    
   
It grabs hold    
pulls me in    
fully encompassing with    
it's own  
dark gravity    
blissfully weighted comfort  
   
I love how you beautifully crush    
our often weightless hearts    
I've come to need the vacuous ache    
relish it's particularly perfect pins and needles feel    
take solace in every tingle  
every tortured turn    
   
Praying in accruing pain,    
exhaling breathy sighs    
majesty is this jazzy soundtrack    
as you corner each proud bend    
louder, as you veer  
 into the curvature    
of my endless mewing truth  
   
Nothing is left out,    
I reveal my deepest secrets    
even the ones    
that I usually try to keep so well hidden  
ones, that I say I've forgotten (but haven't)    
perhaps when I needed to leave them    
for a time, by the wayside  
to allow out of sight to become    
completely out of mind  
   
Until you touched me    
rubbed me    
in such a perfect poignant way    
with hands of magic    
that to your genie  
I became    
 
an answered wish
fulfilled